Birthday 2008: Where is my mind? Glory Bound.

I don’t believe in perfect moments, but the occasional imperfect convergences are as close as life gets.

Birthdays have—with little exception—been rather non-eventful, but that has been fine by me. The tendency to build up events in one’s head for them to not meet expectations is potentially dangerous.

Today I turned 24, and—as nonsensical as it is—maybe that added to the way everything fitted together. As though, even in my internal world where the only absolute is that there are no absolutes, I was somehow certain that any doubts I might have about what I was doing, what I had done, and what I will be doing in the future vanished in the synthesis of several things.

Making it home, I walked down Norweger Straße, which here runs the course of the old Wall, for the first time since daylight savings began it was still light as I reached the house.

Leaving the S-Bahn my ears were accompanied by Marty singing Glory Bound which, as I got onto Norweger Straße, changed into The Pixies’ Where Is My Mind? At once it combined both the beginning of our relationship, as well as the present.

And the songs made me smile in spite of work being mundane, and that I felt more certain about things than before made me smile in spite of all the things I have left to do here, and that it was still light reminded me that you will soon be here, and that we may even have half of our process done by the time that you leave.

I can settle for imperfect convergences.